To post a notice board, and to hold high, which arms have broken by.
On the robe of a Buddhist priest, not to be able to wipe off, imprints of lipstick are there.
To be put on trial it is said, to hold our breaths, when that was I wonder.
The eyes behind a blindfold, is grinning.
Be thrown away and make sure of where he will go, a hand gets the empty can.